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bro said drop intro - coach joey lyrics

bro said drop intro lyrics
[intro: allstar jr]
talk to me, joey
yeah
d*mn, this classic
forty*seven, forty*six
two band set, two hundred bands
like alright

[verse 1: allstar jr]
all designer from my toes to my hips, i’m the sh*t
she f*cking me, and you would take a bullet for that b*tch
know you p*ssed, ’cause that cloudy ass piece is so petty (so pathetic; joey)
got a dog plug with a b*tch that’s gon’ fetch it
and came up off ‘caine addiction
joe, quit playin’, know you have to go to rehab for your chain addiction (calm the f*ck down)
in the a with a gang of b*tches (woo), we had no famous business
cost a little bit to dangle with them, b*tch
i took a life full of pain, and put it on beats (i did it)
she got some nice little brain, and put it on me (she did)
heard that watch fully banged, i’m feeling the beat (lit)
if you reach, take a selfie to put on the tee (ha), n*gga

[verse 2: 9000 rondae]
n*gga touch my chain, then it’s over for him (then it’s over for him)
they gon’ say them boys went overboard (ayy, why y’all do that?)
you can’t f*ck my b*tch, ’cause you can’t afford her (you can’t afford her, n*gga)
my n*ggas taking hits, n*gga, place your order (ayy, place your order)
you can’t rep this game unless you made for it (gang, gang, gang)
i thought you was a k!ller, how you get extorted? (how you get extorted?)
you took your b*tch to chili’s, mine went to morton’s (and eat up, n*gga)
i would say your name, but you not important (who is you, n*gga?)
i should’ve f*cked your b*tch, heard the b*tch whoring (little sl*t)
need ten for a show, or i’m not showing (i ain’t comin’)
put this car on your neck, so we can start touring (ayy, let’s go)
in and out of states like i got a warrant
[verse 3: honey oso & pretty brayah, coach joey]
uh, slide down a b*tch block (slide), knock her clean out her socks (b*tch)
guess they mad we on top (yeah), tell them haters check the clock (check it)
we ain’t worried ’bout the opps (nah), we send them shots, you gon’ drop (okay)
you got chops, we got more, tell them haters check the score
they got you piped up and you piped up, i said pipe down, you little b*tch
you don’t make money, you don’t make deposits, how you walk around on tips?
we that one gang, that one clique, run sh*t around this b*tch
when you see a foe, you f*ckin’ know, don’t act like we ain’t lit, n*gga (ayy, 9k n*gga)

[verse 4: coach joey]
n*gga slide on n0body, who the f*ck you think you talking to? (who the f*ck you think you talking to?)
don’t do this sh*t for fun, we doing what we gotta do (yeah)
move how you tryna move
you snooze, then you gotta lose (brr)
you was playing tough, top shot, and now you gotta shoot (b*tch)
b*tch tryna stick around, and i told her like, “i’m tired of you” (f*ck off)
sick of you playing by the rules, talk sh*t like we ain’t shot at you (i’m tired of doing that)
you b*tch*made, you feeling like there’s sh*t you gotta prove
.762s’ll knock the f*ckin’ brain outta you (boy)
i’m my own boss, don’t a n*gga tell me how i gotta move (yeah)
i just popped three percs, baby, so you think i’m rude (my bad)
get money, stack bands, n*gga, that’s my mood
you ain’t a k!ller, motherf*cker, get up out the room

- coach joey lyrics

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